Plural
by making the singular thing
plural
I increase its value
I make it seem
that some things happen twice
when really
something only happened once
the “s” at the end
is a very good friend
to me
You Like
I can’t help but
eke out a
day or two
all about you
dreaming who
you look like
you smell like
you feel like
you like
but all in all
fantastical songs
make me winged
and dreamlike
dreaming who
you love like
you look like
you smell like
you like
Four Colors
hair of red and gold and missionaries
this is the thought that I hold
as I wait for the better shoe
to drop, all along, I’ve waited
and true, you only have to die
once
but you have to live in fear of it
every day of your fucking life
so raise a hand
to more easily understand
the cryptic message waves
as your slick hibiscus fades
from view
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